Luyện nghe bài hát My Story

(Verse 1)
Its way past my curfew in an emcee
dispersal, the ones without rehearsal
and if found me, Id get smacked hard
by that tree branch my own backyard
cause it was all about and grades with As
hard to juggle as a hiphop slave
skating on pave, or after school with my crew
writing on the bus, or finding ways to rock a shoe
paying no return no concern back then
like fat kids in lunch at shows packed in
for rhyme battles with ill punch lines at crunch
by unknown emcees thinking why they signed?
then Id pick up a pen and
rhymes were but nonetheless were off my chest
while some thought I should wasting my breath
dent on confidence I put my pen to
so whats but getting high every day
rolling blunts with vegas, smoking away
Cypress Hill on play stoned is the way
stoned is the way

(chorus)
And its like Im telling ya
Thats the way it went down, down
And its like that Im telling ya yo the truth is out my is found
And its like that Im ya
the way it went down, down down
And its that Im telling ya, yo the truth is out
My is found..

(Verse 2)
And with mad smoke came the for entertainment
But Hiphop radio was now playing strange hits
clubs gettin closed, money was tight
folks rather find some ass.. than that hiphop trash
and can I blame em? Im sayin, things were bottom
With exceptions of few, my was rarely nodding
So I got in a zone and the dust off my notepad
Arm wrestled words, struggled with vocab
then wrote, steadily something something
if lyrics were harsh the had to be bumping
no frontin, right off the bat some turned backs
but felt the same which put my name on the map
and brought me down my coast , Japan and
mad support from locals cats, homies at Stacks
blunts burnt out at the end of its road
blazing on a spiritual path, with new goals
and thats how it went how the plot
they asked about the so let it be told

(chorus)
And its like that Im ya
Thats the way it down, down down
And its that Im telling ya yo the truth is out my story is found
And its that Im telling ya
Thats the way it went down, down
And its like Im telling ya, yo the truth is out
My is found..

(Verse 3)
Singing one for free cans and two for mean
the very track that put my past in the streets
Deejays copped doubles to the beats
using language that managed to let hands speak
To peeps that showed but not all felt this rhyme sayer
Non believers, killing like Cal Tjader
Cause of my race or the way I
But still I ran the race when to the rear
imagine a gook, a youth by truth
out spots at age five cause eyes looked glued
mentally struck, forget peaches and and such
but it built my biceps and today I up
jotting facts and pouring out my soul in these raps
fingers crossed, till herds are left with that last
and beats that make put soul in their movements
Wreckin shop from the bay, La back to
Kids temples, scientists bite fists
Keros on the scene shining light mist
Cause if Im not fueling the flame Im a puppet
My mouth might move but I sayin nothing
So tuned to see how this ends
Sayin peace, sincerely yours, till we meet
Sayin peace..till we again
peace